I need new icons.

That being said, expect some shiny Heroes-themed iconage in the next week or so.

Vry (FEAR THE SHORTHAND!) disappointed in yesterday's episode. And by very, I mean pretty damn bitchy about it. I mean, huzzah for Claire, Mohinder and HRG-- whom Erin has informed me that she officially has a strange crush on --and everything, but ( Read more... )

SO.

Half day. Today and tomorrow. Huzzah.

Projects and homework are being piled on like mad, and I'm mildly terrified. But still too sore from Saturday to really care, you know?

Oh. No, you don't. Unless you were there.

Hmm.

Saturday night was the annual GS 'Hey, let's go take over that gym and stay up all night!' party thing.

And so, being us, we ( Read more... )

Today's Friday.

Formal Friday for the band kids. Fuck.

Awkwardness in English, some mild staring. Okay, it was a lot of staring. But hey, he had black on this time, and that beats even red.

Moving on.

Dressed up today to be 'Peter' for Advanced Comp. Should be fun. Wore a tie. Prettier than David's. I win.

Miranda and I spent lunch wishing we weren't ( Read more... )

I SURIVED.

Evil English homework and lecture: First and Second Period, Three twizzlers and a bagel.
Chem homework and test: Second and Third Period, One twizzler.
Math homework and test: Third and Fourth Period, Last of the twizzlers, Chocolate bar.

Making it to Fifth Period without a headache: Priceless.

Huzzah.

Yeah. Still alive, happy, and just ( Read more... )

Basically, I'm writing Miranda's journal for her at this point.

Because apparently, according to Erin, she lives in my closet.

Awkward~.

Anywho, I say that because I've got an English quote today. I would have more, but my WHAP homework was being terribly insistent that I get it done now-,-thank-you-very-much.

So, today's quote needs a bit of ( Read more... )

Miranda and I went through my LJ during lunch... again.

Yeah, we know.

We're just trying not to think about it.

But besides finding my terribly pathetic life entertaining, we also decided to create our own language for when we pass notes in Storey's class.

We're calling it Arangeek. Which is short for our-fucked-up-Arabic-English-Greek-superbaby-of-a- ( Read more... )

I'm ignoring the fact that today's quote/title/subject/thing contradicts my journal subtitle, because techincally, if it never ends, it will never not end well.

Yes, I'm saying there's still hope.

But that hope only lasts for as long as we're attempting to pretend to be optimistic.

Yeah.

Wow, that was over fast.

Moving on.

Spent most of this ( Read more... )

Miranda and I are starting a talk show.

And by talk show, we mean that we're going to tape Storey's lectures and present them as a documentary of all the times she has screwed up, or has otherwise made class just plain awkward.

We also plan to have theme days.

Like, say, Toga Friday.

Amoung other things.

But anyway, it will be crazy. With titles like ( Read more... )

In the terrible absence of Latin class quotes, as the total number of people in Latin is now one, and really, talking to myself isn't something on my to-do list...

English.

Yes, that's right.

We're switching languages. Like, gasp.

Of course, that means I've got about twenty more people to remember the names of. Which, of course, means I won't ( Read more... )

So.

It's been awhile.

Chances are Yu-Chi's posted up stuff about twenty times since I've been on last.

Probably more.

Yeeeeah.

So, basically, I don't have the outside computer here anymore. I'm stuck right in the middle of the top row... next to my old seat.  Not in my old seat, next to it.

You can pretty much assume that it's driving me crazy.

Why ( Read more... )